I'm With You

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TW's:
-Mentions bullying/abuse

George's POV

The day was one of the worst days I had so far at school. The same boy constantly came up to me, acting like he had tics to hit me. I tried not to cry in front of him each time he did it again, but after the third time, I bursted out into tears.

I spent the whole day at school, slowly walking to my mother's car once the day finally ended. I sat down without saying anything next to a few vocal tics. My mother didn't start the car and grabbed my hand as she looked at me.

'George, why is your face bruised?'

I bit my lip, had a few tics and leaned my head against the window as I closed my eyes.

'Did someone hurt you again, honey?'

I nodded slowly and fastened my seatbelt. My mum didn't start the car yet. 'George, what do you think about moving schools?'

My head lifted up. 'Really?'

'I don't want this to happen to my son again. The teachers might be very sweet, but everyone bullies you and even beats you up. I'm not letting this happen anymore, I'm going to discuss with dad and you're moving schools as fast as possible.'

'Are you serious?' I said as my face lit up. I got really excited, causing me to screech happily as I started kicking with my legs.

'Does that make you happy?' my mother asked with a smile.

I nodded heavily. 'I really don't want to go to school anymore, they hurt me so much.'

'What did they do to you today, honey?'

'They acted like they had tics too and hit me over and over again.'

My mum wrapped her arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. 'I'm going to talk to your dad and we will look for a different school. I think there is a school nearby, it's probably just five minutes further.'

'I hope I won't get bullied if I go to a new school.'

'I hope so too, honey. If you get bullied again when you're going to a new school, we will look for homeschooling.'

'Thank you,' I muttered. I had a few vocal tics because of happiness and my mother started driving home.

'Do you want to go to the gym again?'

I nodded happily. 'I would like to, I had fun last time. I hope Clay is there again, so he can help me.'

'Do you like him?' my mum grinned.

I rolled my eyes. 'No, mum. I don't. He's just a random boy I met yesterday, I'm not suddenly in love with him.'

'But maybe you will fall in love.'

'The chance he's gay and falls in love with me are basically zero. Don't give me hope when it's non-existent.'

My mother smiled. 'So you want to be with him?'

I felt my face heat up, rolled my eyes and looked out of the window. 'I don't like him, he's just handsome.'

'I want to see him if you like him,' my mum teased me.

'Stop,' I muttered with a bright blush on my face. 'I don't like him.'

My mum laughed as she drove the car. She didn't tease me about it anymore and parked her car next to our house to quickly let me get changed into sports clothes and get a new water bottle.

Before I stepped in the car, I felt a tic attack coming up again and started screeching as I constantly kicked my foot against the closet.

My mum walked closer to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I started hitting myself again, repeating words as I made a lot of sounds.

'Floor, mum, closet, Clay, gym, AGH, brr, brr.'

I hit myself, hit my mum away after that and collapsed on the ground as I pulled my hair.

I kept having tics and constantly hit everything around me, so my mum led me to the couch. I laid down on the couch and my mother laid next to me as she ran her hand through my hair while singing my favourite song.

'Calm down, George,' my mother said as she sang the song. She grabbed my hands so I stopped hitting myself, but I started hitting her chest, screaming loudly.

My mother kept singing for me and pulled me tightly against her body. She kissed my forehead, ruffled my hair up and smiled at me. I started calming down a little bit and stopped hitting my mother as I concentrated on her hand running through my hair.

'Close your eyes for a little,' my mother said as she started massaging my forehead. 'Everything is okay, sweetie.'

I got so relaxed and calm that I didn't have any tics next to some movements with my mouth and squeezing my eyes. Once I fully calmed down, my mother lifted me up and I changed into my sports clothes after drinking some water.

I went back to the car, sitting down in it as my mother started the car again. We drove to the gym in a comfortable silence. My mum was humming songs to me so I would keep feeling relaxed and stopped the car once we arrived at the gym.

'Have fun, sweetie,' my mother said as she kissed my cheek.

I smiled. 'I'll text you when I'm done.'

'Okay, honey.'

I shut the car door and walked inside of the gym, waiting for the man at the entrance to write down that I was here. I had three times for free and then I would have to pay each time I went here.

I walked in, seeing a man around the age of forty and Clay again. He was sitting in the corner of the hall, panting loudly as all colour was gone from his face. He smiled as he saw me and lifted his hand slowly, he was shaking a lot and I ran to him.

'Are you okay?'

'Y-yeah,' Clay stuttered. 'Just taking a break. Do you need some help again?'

I nodded. 'If you're able to.'

'I am,' Clay replied as he stood up again. 'I would love to help you.'

My face heated up slightly as he smiled at me. Did I actually like him this quickly?

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